naked and pale are your words of salvation

drowned in fake presence , forever

a feeble atempt to evoke a reality

blindfolded from life , death haunts you down



injected by fear and created words

the hands of God strangles you

inhale his guidance , bow before him

obey , serve , adapt and die



mirror images of God

preaching

deformed imaginations

accepted



gathered throats , religiously cut

"marionettes kneel , question not"

stillborn sons , baptized

with empty eyes staring towards heaven



alike his words you?ll never be

stigmata wounds you?ll never see

thy precious horde will die with thee

everlasting flames , purgatory , burn with me .....